In the year of 2022 the world was shaken

By ruthless acts of war and nature's wrath awaken

Tears streamed down many eyes

As they faced unthinkable cruelty and unyielding cries.

The war outbreak in Ukraine, a heartless thief in the night

Stealing the lives of families, peace ripped off sight

A malevolent beast devours every soul within its reach

Leaving behind a trail of pain that time cannot breach.

The fierce floods in Pakistan, a relentless storm of death

Innocent victims swept away, struggling for breath

A monstrous serpent spreads its venom far and wide

Leaving behind a trail of destruction, sorrow, and cries.

The earthquake in Turkey and Syria, such a violent blast 

Shivering our children’s bodies, shattering our adults’ heart

A ferocious tiger shakes the world with its roars 

Buildings come down, despair here and there soars.

We face no fear. 

We strive for a world with a brighter tomorrow

A world where peace and love will flow

A world where cruelty and pain will cease to exist

A world where hearts and minds will truly persist.

We strive for a world with no wars, no disasters, and pain

Where every human soul can thrive and gain

A world where kindness, empathy, and love reign

And where the hopes of each person are not in vain.

As young people we face challenges with a calm mind

To make the world better, we don’t hope but decide

With trees of knowledge grown and seeds of love planted

We’ll build up a world where peace of mind is well tended. 

That’s our tomorrow. 

No lexicon could describe

Your presence floating in

A rhythmical pattern

On air.

Should I celebrate

Your demise?

Or come to end you

With a black candle

Lighted

On a black forest cake

Or with and aroma

From newly-open

Casket.

If I abhor

Would you still open

The pages of your book?

Could I still feel the joy

From your tears

And that bloody remorse 

In your vein.

Come!

Sniff and sip

My black tea.

Imagine my

Crestfallen years.

And my yesteryear's of

Somber.

Frozen words.

If I'm wearing you now,

Would all the stars

Upon the dreary night

align?

Would I still view

From the cliff

The morning you.

In a dream

I've accepted my defeat.

And I must carve my own path

To the freedom so sweet as honey.

Yet reality comes in, so sour.

Though I'm capable beyond what I fear

I still find myself in confusion.

What have I missed?

I only grew up unlearning

That ignorance is a bliss

Like a frog down in a well

Inescapable.

I question myself from wondering

Was it worth to be lost?

Or was escaping my key?

Should I never carve my path

Nor examine my whole being?

In a dream

I've accepted my defeat

But I know I've found myself

Worthy of the oath I reaped.

And with gratitude

I paint my life with bliss.

Once

I thought I could fit in with my peers

I thought we would befriend in years

I thought we could always be together

I thought we could share our pleasure!

Or so I thought, vaguely…

Why?

You all abandoned me without reasons

Always left me behind

Our bond weakens

Turning me into a ghost, nowhere to find.

A miserable ghost I was…

Why?

Was I too mature, or too childish?

Was I a person you find immodest?

Was I as damaging as a tempest?

Was I too arrogant, or too selfish?

This changed me… completely.

Now,I don’t bother finding reasons

For at least I am perfect

To be here with my true friends

To fly high on the wings of music

To shine bright with verses from my pens. 

My friends, you might come and go

My melodies and words, you heal me though.

My home country, can you guess it?

Young in peace, no longer bleeds in war. 

Harsh invasions were all gone far

Our heroes now revive in everyone of us

Men and women, children and adults

Elevating efforts, we grow peace and love. 

Come to us, a country small and modest 

Our hidden beauty will touch your heart

United as we are, rising from the darkest

No longer with the sounds of death afar.

Think about us as a fighter for love and peace

Remember us as a friend in the world so wide

You are welcome to my home country of smiles. 

The Cloud

BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,

From the seas and the streams;

I bear light shade for the leaves when laid

In their noonday dreams.

From my wings are shaken the dews that waken

The sweet buds every one,

When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,

As she dances about the sun.

I wield the flail of the lashing hail,

And whiten the green plains under,

And then again I dissolve it in rain,

And laugh as I pass in thunder.

I sift the snow on the mountains below,

And their great pines groan aghast;

And all the night 'tis my pillow white,

While I sleep in the arms of the blast.

Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers,

Lightning my pilot sits;

In a cavern under is fettered the thunder,

It struggles and howls at fits;

Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion,

This pilot is guiding me,

Lured by the love of the genii that move

In the depths of the purple sea;

Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills,

Over the lakes and the plains,

Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream,

The Spirit he loves remains;

And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile,

Whilst he is dissolving in rains.

The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes,

And his burning plumes outspread,

Leaps on the back of my sailing rack,

When the morning star shines dead;

As on the jag of a mountain crag,

Which an earthquake rocks and swings,

An eagle alit one moment may sit

In the light of its golden wings.

And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath,

Its ardours of rest and of love,

And the crimson pall of eve may fall

From the depth of Heaven above,

With wings folded I rest, on mine aëry nest,

As still as a brooding dove.

That orbèd maiden with white fire laden,

Whom mortals call the Moon,

Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor,

By the midnight breezes strewn;

And wherever the beat of her unseen feet,

Which only the angels hear,

May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof,

The stars peep behind her and peer;

And I laugh to see them whirl and flee,

Like a swarm of golden bees,

When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent,

Till calm the rivers, lakes, and seas,

Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high,

Are each paved with the moon and these.

I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone,

And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl;

The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim,

When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.

From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape,

Over a torrent sea,

Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof,

The mountains its columns be.

The triumphal arch through which I march

With hurricane, fire, and snow,

When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair,

Is the million-coloured bow;

The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove,

While the moist Earth was laughing below.

I am the daughter of Earth and Water,

And the nursling of the Sky;

I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;

I change, but I cannot die.

For after the rain when with never a stain

The pavilion of Heaven is bare,

And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams

Build up the blue dome of air,

I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,

And out of the caverns of rain,

Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,

I arise and unbuild it again.

Did you ever wonder about dreaming?
How the pictures get in your head?
Why they’re only there when you’re sleeping?
Why they’re only there in your bed?

You can fly anywhere that you want to.
You can soar above houses and cars.
You can even go higher than that, if you want,
way, way up to the moon and the stars.

You can be someone great, someone special
who has magical powers to use
to save your brother from monsters -
or NOT save, if that’s what you choose.

Dreaming is different from movies.
You don’t get dressed up and go out.
And a dream can be different every night -
you make up what the dream is about.

It’s too bad dreaming's for bedtime,
but I guess that’s just how it must be.
If we walked around dreaming in daylight,
why would we ever need sleep?